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I started a new job yesterday. It& #39;s a big adjustment doing accounts work again after years in teaching/research, bit tired, bit run down.
In her feathery wisdom, Amy Winehouse decided it was a good time to try and lay an egg.
In her feathery wisdom, Amy Winehouse decided it was a good time to try and lay an egg.
Unfortunately she is:
A. Mostly post-henopausal, she doesn& #39;t really *do* eggs these days, and
B. Recovering from surgery so not eating as much as usually and she tires fast.
So with 10 mins until I had to leave for the office, I found Amy collapsed on the coop floor, exhausted.
A. Mostly post-henopausal, she doesn& #39;t really *do* eggs these days, and
B. Recovering from surgery so not eating as much as usually and she tires fast.
So with 10 mins until I had to leave for the office, I found Amy collapsed on the coop floor, exhausted.
She& #39;s done this before, so I sort of shoved a sad chicken at my still-pyjama-clad husband, cycled to work as fast as I could (arrived on time!).
I then also worked late, had to pick up prescriptions etc so didn& #39;t get home until 7:15.
Which is when I found the scene that follows:
I then also worked late, had to pick up prescriptions etc so didn& #39;t get home until 7:15.
Which is when I found the scene that follows:
What. The. Fuck.
So she did lay the egg, but then also broke it, probably ate the yolk, then rolled around in the white and went APESHIT when I tried to clean her off. She also shit in a 2ft blast zone radius for good measure because WHY NOT
